A/N so shout out Powerof923 for writing a really good FanFiction about Gallagher Girls that if you haven't read then you should read it. Also a thank you to WannabeGallagher, Alecks454, Zach-Vs-Hale953, and Goode-Lover for leaving reviews (:

Chapter 10

Being on an unfamiliar jet after being driven off the road and into the ocean is just a tad bit nerve-racking. So as I lay quietly staring at the ceiling and wishing everything that had just happened would just be a dream, I found it hard to focus. This jet wasn't Gallagher's own private jet, I twisted to see the CIA crest freshly painted on the wall and almost went into panic mode once again. Zach was asleep next to me, his hand still resting on my shoulder gently and I tried my very best not to wake him as I sat up.

Bex was curled up in a recliner chair wrapped in blankets, Liz and Jonas sat closely on a couch passing a cup of a steaming beverage between them, whispering so low I could barely even tell they were saying words. I shifted and saw Macey passed out sprawled across another recliner. Then I remembered something, where the heck was Grant? Things were seriously out of hand.

"Ah Squirt, you're awake," I turned to see Abby duck into the room from the cockpit I assumed, "You are in quite the amount of trouble missy."

"Where's Grant? Where are we? Where's my mom?" I was beyond overwhelmed.

"Why don't you sit and we can—"

"NO! I don't want to sit…" I hadn't realized how loud I was being until I felt Zach move behind me and saw Bex snap straight out of her deep sleep and had a wild look in her eyes.

"Cameron, you need to breathe for a moment…"

"A few hours ago I almost wasn't ever going to be breathing again!" I snapped, Zach tensed and Bex looked ready to burst into tears, a look I never wanted to see on her face again.

"We couldn't find Grant, Cammie…" The news caught me off guard. A feeling came over me, I couldn't decipher what it was exactly, but it wasn't pleasant.

"He's gone?" I tried to spit out. Bex looked away and that's when I knew her face wasn't just looking like she wanted to cry, she was crying. This whole situation was going way farther down hill that I had even expected.

"We're taking you all to Langley, they have some questions for you. Your mother and Joe are meeting us there, they had other things to attend to first…" Abby tried to soothe me, then turned and went back to the cockpit. I slumped to the floor, my back to everyone else. If I couldn't decide whether to cry or throw something at someone, I couldn't even imagine everyone else was feeling. I was the least close to Grant out of all of us and yet I felt as though I'd just lost a brother.

"We'll find him." The stiff tone of Macey's voice was reassuring somewhat, but I still feared the worst. What if Grant had been a part of the Circle…no…he couldn't be. Zach and Jonas we're his best friends, Bex was his somewhat girlfriend and he cared about all of us. He couldn't, he wouldn't, do that to us. Would he?

The sound of Bex's muffled cries broke me from my thoughts. My best friend was hurting both physically and emotionally and she needed me.

"Scoot over Bex." I whispered, nudging her slightly and taking up a close space next to Bex in the recliner. Lucky for us it was really large one.

"Hey, I'm sure Grant is okay. Maybe when we'd hit the water he floated farther than the rest of us. He's out there somewhere Bex. Plus he's a trained assassin. He knows how to survive. Just give him a little time to find us; while he's at it we'll be looking for him too. We'll find him. I promise." I hugged her and she shook with her quiet sobs.

"You really are the best best friend, Cammie." She choked out. Bex being weak and broken made me want to mess someone up, violently. She didn't deserve this, none of us did. It was my fault he was gone. If I hadn't allowed us to go get them, he would still be at Blackthorne and my friends wouldn't be sad and broken.

Slowly I got up and made my way as far away from the sadness as I could. I opened doors and pushed farther and farther towards the back of the jet. Finally I found a small room with chairs and a round window, quiet, empty, just right.

I don't know how long I sat there in that bleak and emotionless room before I heard a knock at the door.

"Gallagher Girl, it's time to go…" Zach's face was gentle but in his eyes I saw worry. One of Zach's best friends was missing and we were all in serious trouble.